Zero Tolerance
**** that ****.
I’m not a diagnosis.
Something to be “fixed”.
I am a combination of traits and features
that make me a woman of depth and intensity.
I will not succumb to trite references
about how much better I’ll be then
because there is no known frame of reference
not for him anyway
Dance and love and beauty were always me
Rage and anger and bitterness were not
but when I met with traumas too hard to face
they broke me finally
Doesn’t mean I can literally afford to fix them
when I have so many other priorities now
like finding a home so I don’t do the inevitable
saving myself comes first
Polishing up rough edges from a life that wasn’t easy
isn’t going to be a drop in a bucket
I’ve already been working on it for years
It’s possible that I’m just too much for certain ones
I need one with intensity
who can meet me where I stand
be kind and compassionate, but
hard when I need it and have edges
that were honed from life itself
Because this dancer, writer, baby-maker, lover
is just too much for some to handle
too many words, too many thoughts
confusing. Jewish.
Come from another world entirely.
Safe to say……
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